The Archangel of Death - Chapter 276

276: Pride 276: Pride Chapter 276 [This is the past you ran away from] [Gabriel] [Why so angry now?] I stood in the middle of the ruins, my heart and expression as cold as ice.

It was the truth I had just witnessed.

And it was the truth what she said as well.

I did run away because, in the end, I was a human.

[But you know that’s a lie, don’t you?] ‘It is.’ It was a lie.

I was afraid of the truth.

I didn’t want to know whether my people had really been corrupted by power.

Whether my son was really blinded by his familial love that he ignored what I taught him.

What I was afraid of was turning into Andrew.

Just like how my brother was willing to sacrifice thousands of people to revive his dead girlfriend, I was afraid I might turn into him too.

Of course, I still killed billions of people, but I never sacrificed them.

The only magic I ever used was using my own power, not the human life.

Besides, there was no magic in existence that could bring them back.

So why bother?

The only option left for me in the end was killing.

Kill them all.

Destroy everything.

A deep voice kept ringing inside of me, tempting me to destroy everything and anything in my sight.

Even children.

And I was afraid I would give in so I ran away, leaving everything in ruins and many cursed.

Never return.

I was too afraid to return after all.

Returning would have meant losing myself even more.

I couldn’t afford to lose myself any more than I was already lost.

I sighed, trying to suppress my deep emotions of anger, and made my way deeper into the ruins of the city.

The familiar city I came to a long time ago, the city of angels.

It was in ruins, just like that day, the day I killed almost all of them.

The entire world.

I kept walking, and with each step, my feet got heavier but I kept on going.

I had to.

After all, the reason I was here was in there.

[Or it isn’t] I wasn’t in the mood to talk to Alison right now.

I didn’t have enough energy to say anything to her.

Even get angry at her for not telling me about this but I guess it wasn’t her fault anyway.

And it wasn’t my father’s either.

It was mine.

I was the one who ran away.

Whatever happened to this world happened because I never turned to see what state it was in.

The spatial distortions in this space were massive.

Almost as if two parts of space had collapsed on each other.

There was one other possibility but I wasn’t sure of it yet so I was still not so sure about it.

But the most likely phenomenon would have been two fragments, two entire universes collapsing on each other and not really mending together.

It was rare, but it happened in the cases of the fragments before.

I finally arrived at the palace ruins, the palace in the middle of the city.

My palace.

There was no sword, bracelet, or skeletons this time but instead, there was a building, a house of some sort, a villa from the Victorian era.

I entered the building through the door without hesitation and made my way deeper into the place.

It was a normal house but I suspected it was normal only from the above.

I could feel something else.

Something else from the bottom of this place.

A basement, maybe.

So I began to search for a basement entrance.

Usually, such places lead through a cellar so I searched for it and luckily, I didn’t have to search for long because I soon arrived at the wine cellar where there was a door that led straight to the basement.

As I entered the basement, white light assaulted my eyes but I was used to it and didn’t even blink.

And I was able to realize, it wasn’t white light.

It was the shine in the room’s walls, roof, and floor.

They were all made of white tiles which made the room so shiny.

I entered the room because it was completely but not completely empty.

In the middle of the room was a circular platform.

About a foot high from the floor, it stood with an object in the middle of it.

A recorder, to be exact.

I was familiar with this technology because I was the one who made it.

I asked Alvira, my granddaughter to make a recording of herself every day so when I returned, whenever I did, I would be able to see how she grew up.

My feet trembled.

Soon, my legs began to shake as well.

My entire being was telling me not to turn that device on.

If I did, then what I did would be much more severe.

[The guilt] Would be unbearable.

[Then turn around now] I can’t.

[Don’t turn it on] I have to.

[Destroy it] I won’t be able to see her ever again.

Internal conflict.

Hadn’t had it in a long time.

The first time I killed someone.

I tried to rationalize it again and again that she would turn over a new leaf but I knew that wasn’t possible.

But two parts of me collided and I ended up hurting myself in the end, nightmares for a long time.

I only ever had a handful of such moments in my life, my entire lifetime, and each time, I was left with scars that ran deep.

This one was such a moment too.

Every bone in my body was telling me to go back, forget about this, forever.

But my mind was telling me to grow up.

Running away was a childish thing to do.

Don’t be a child anymore.

Click.

I clicked on the middle of the platform and the hologram of a woman appeared.

A wave of memories hit me like a truck at the speed of light.

It was her.

“Hello, grandfather,” and her words only made it worse.

“I know you have returned, but I’m afraid it has already been too late.” Her words pierced my heart like a javelin.

Her long black hair, her deep black eyes, her pale rosy skin, her sharp jawline, her exquisite eyes that remained the same since the day she was born, and that smile… The most damage was done by that smile.

I knew that smile.

The smile of a broken person.

She was broken and that caused me pain the most.

“I know you wouldn’t be feeling unaccountable for this.

Most likely you will feel guilty.

I know.” She said.

She chuckled, sweetly, her eyes filled with life but that smile of hers was still prickling my heart, “Please don’t.

The world changed.

Power changed others.” “If you were here, you would have cut brother’s neck off for what he did but Father forgave him.

I knew had you been there you wouldn’t have so I did what you would have done.

I fought against the injustice.” She continued, her voice almost as if in pain.

“I killed him, my own brother, and it hurt but not as much when I saw that man kneeling on the ground despite being a king, begging my father to deliver justice for her sister and my father, my own father who always made an example of justice denied that justice.” “I missed you before, terribly even but never before I ever missed you more than that day.

Because I knew I wouldn’t be the only one shocked to see that moment.

The moment when father forgave brother.” “I couldn’t.” “So I fought.” “I killed him.” “And then I killed Father too.” Pain.

Unbearable pain was flowing in her words and I couldn’t take it anymore.

But I couldn’t stop as well.

Pride.

An unknown feeling that I never knew I had.

It welled up inside of me, letting me know that power didn’t corrupt someone for once.

Although it was a disappointment to see my second disciple, the boy who called me father, fall into the pit of power but I was also full of pride when I found out she stood against her own father and family.

“The angels at the end became tyrants, killers, murderers, corrupted.

They became monsters, grandfather.” She looked at me, deep in my eyes as if she knew I would be standing here and said, “And I did what you taught me.

I eradicated monsters.” “Did I do well, grandfather?” “I didn’t turn into a monster.” “Did I make you proud?” [Warning] [The user’s emotions are spiraling] [Containing] [Containment difficult] [Error] [Error] “Did I make you proud, grandfather?” She asked again as a warm feeling welled up inside of me.

“Yes.” Just one word, that was all I could utter before the warmness in me began to spiral out of control.

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